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“Blaze—”
“No. Don’t give me that fucking look. This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“What look?”
“The look that says you wished you would have locked me in a mental ward by now.”
“First, I’ve never thought that. Second, I don’t think that’s what you need. Third, you promised you’d fucking talk to me when it got bad. When did it start again?”
He turns back to the window. “It doesn’t matter.”
Even though I’m pretty sure I already know the answer, I need him to say it. “When did it start, Blaze?”
He whirls around in the seat. “When you told me you couldn’t do it. The night you walked out of my room and said you didn’t want to play games anymore. They weren’t fucking games to me, Kane. That’s the fucking night that I started hearing my mom. Is that what you wanted to hear? That you’re the reason that I hear my dead whore of a goddamn mother!”
“I didn’t know you saw it as more than us playing, Blaze.”
“Did you fucking ask? You’ve always just made decisions for me. Everything changed that night. We spent years fucking, and all I was to you was your dirty secret. The fake bodyguard that you fucked behind closed doors. Elijah and I wanted you as our third, but you didn’t want to accept that. Now you have Jaxon, and it doesn’t fucking matter. So drop it.” Blaze’s voice is calm, but his entire body is vibrating. I know what this means because I’ve always been able to spot it a mile away.
“Come to me, Blaze.”
“No. Fuck you—”
“Come to me.” I force more of a demand into my tone, and his eyes widen. I roll up the partition when he slides across the seat. “I never meant to make you feel that way. I always thought I was in the way of your relationship with Elijah. And having Jaxon doesn’t mean that I feel less for you.”
“What am I going to do, Kane?” For all of Blaze’s bravery, he’s still that scared little boy I got off the streets. It took me three days to convince him that I wasn’t there to take him to a foster home, and even then, he didn’t speak to me for another two weeks after he came home with me. He wouldn’t eat dinner with me, but I caught him more than once digging through the trash can for leftovers, so I started throwing full meals in there so he would have something to eat. Papa could never understand why I even cared, and I couldn’t explain it. I just knew that Blaze belonged in my life. The turning point was when he walked in on me hiding food in the trash cans. From that day forward, he was glued to me.
“You’re going to let me take care of you like I’ve always done.”
“What about this new thing with Jaxon? I can’t take you walking out on me again, Kane.”
“We’ll work it out.”
Blaze nods in agreement but doesn’t move away from my side. Before long, we’re pulling in front of Mr. Stanley’s office building downtown, and Dalton pulls over to the curb. He opens our door, and we go straight inside to the elevators. Blaze stabs the button for the top floor, humming under his breath, something that I’ve figured out he does to block the voices. When the door dings open, we go to his office, bypassing the startled secretary. She goes to scramble after us, but whatever look Blaze gives her has her backing away. I push open the door, and six heads snap up.
“Excuse me!” a guy with gray hair exclaims. “We’re in the middle of a meeting!”
Blaze scoots his ass up on the desk beside a wide-eyed Mr. Stanley. “Reschedule it.”
“Who are you—”
“It’s fine,” Stanley says. “I forgot they were coming by today. I’ll have Mel call you to reschedule.”
“You better because we can’t miss this deal.” They all shuffle out, but Mr. Grey Hair gives me a glare on the way by. I give it back and watch his face pale considerably. I shut the door behind them and take a seat at the table.
“You don’t look surprised to see us,” Blaze says, swinging his feet back and forth. “I wonder why that is.”
“Francesca called and said you were upset. I truly apologize if you thought I was trying to move in on your sub—”
I hold a hand up to cut him off. “He has a goddamn name. And that’s damn well what you were doing.” I sit up and cross my arms on the desk. “But you picked the wrong fucking one. You see,Jaxonis mine in every sense of the word. I’m not the type of man that you want to even think about what’s mine.”
Stanley chuckles nervously. “Kane—”
“It’s Mr. Lyubava, jackass,” Blaze says.
“Mr. Lyubava, you never had a problem sharing before.”
I slap my hand on the table, and he jumps in his chair. “He’s mine,” I growl, my temper going through the fucking roof. Just the thought of this slimy bastard laying a finger on Jaxon makes me want to paint the walls red with his blood. Blaze takes a knife from his sheath and starts twirling it between his fingers.
